you stay on the ground, but you wish you could fly so that you could see what others do not, your imagination is not heard in any other way than song or poem, but you try to make the best of what your skills can do, when you fall asleep you dream of flying, you are being taken over by imagination until one day it comes true, you walk outside and you look at the sky and you see wings headed toward you, your smile widens your eyes do not leave them, until the wings or behind you, you take one step forward and you open those wings and for the first time you can actually taste life, you can feel the air and see the world in a new light, your heart is rejoicing inside of you, you fly to wear no one has gone before the last breaths you remember taking were long time forgotten, now you were smiling, because you new you were home.
 KungfuDragoness · Wed Feb 14, 2007 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
